Who decides "better" in this? Who says you didn't do all that you could? [ Jesse really has no idea if he gave up or if he was overwhelmed. Still, she wants to make the point to him that maybe he did all that he could. Sometimes things go to shit no matter the decisions they make. Sometimes it doesn't work out, and then you have to keep trying. That's what he's doing right now, isn't it? ]
If you weren't an artist then it would of picked someone else, right? The Dark Presence. It would have found someone else to... [ she pauses then, the old woman's voice coming to mind again from the previous night. ] To dream it into reality. What if it did find someone else? Someone else that couldn't fight it for thirteen years? Someone that couldn't have stopped it back in 2010.
You're always quick to beat yourself down and say all the worst things about yourself. You're an asshole, but, how many assholes care enough to keep an alien nightmareish entity out of our reality this long? You did what you wanted to do the most, right? Save your wife. You could of stopped there but you didn't.
[ « I'm really, really not good at this. But, I'm trying. I just hope some of it helps. »
She tugs on his hand again.
« Stop it! Just stop it. You're not in the lake anymore. You're here, with us! » ]
Alan. [ Her tone is sharp to make his attention focus back on her. ] Stop, okay? Stop it. Not everything is your fault. What the Bureau went through? That was my fault. My mess to clean up. Not yours. It happened because of Ordinary... w-what we did in Ordinary as kids. The Hiss wasn't your fight.
You did your part. You got me to Hartman. You got me to where I could see what the Bureau was looking into at Bright Falls. You led me there and I handled it. Okay? You didn't need to do anything else. At all.
[ She smiles a little. ] We have... and we can settle on the fact we're both crazy. [ A gentle shake of her head, even as their foreheads touch. ] We're in a horror story. Of course it seems like the evil scary monster is going to be winning. But, you're right. That doesn't mean it's going to win.
[ Alan freezes and doesn't say anything. Jesse's eyes widen slightly as she immediately feels the doubts creep in. Maybe she shouldn't have said it at all. Maybe he doesn't feel exactly the same as she does. It'd make sense. He was dragged into this weird mess of realities and mind bending monsters. Why would he want to be more involved with a woman who is intertwined with one? A woman who had herself committed, who lost her entire family and town, and now works for the people who took her family...
Then, he moves his hand and covers his face.
Jesse glances down at the bed, then up at him again. She's not a rocket scientist, or hell even a scientist for the paranormal powers she possesses. Even then, she can tell that he's trying to hide his reaction. The instinctive reaction is to pull back and apologize for upsetting him. Maybe she shouldn't have said it after all. They're in a horror story. Romances don't end well in them usually, but, this is also Alan Wake. He can save the world if he can figure it out.
Her expression softens then as she realizes what's going on.
« How... how long has it been since someone has told him that? Not only that, but they believe in him? Trust him to do the right thing? Has it been longer than just the last thirteen years? »
She starts to lower herself back to the bed and adverts her eyes. The concept of privacy has probably gone out the window with the fact he's shirtless in bed with her, and she's just a tank top and bottoms, but, this is something he doesn't want her to see. She'll respect that however she can. ]
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If you weren't an artist then it would of picked someone else, right? The Dark Presence. It would have found someone else to... [ she pauses then, the old woman's voice coming to mind again from the previous night. ] To dream it into reality. What if it did find someone else? Someone else that couldn't fight it for thirteen years? Someone that couldn't have stopped it back in 2010.
You're always quick to beat yourself down and say all the worst things about yourself. You're an asshole, but, how many assholes care enough to keep an alien nightmareish entity out of our reality this long? You did what you wanted to do the most, right? Save your wife. You could of stopped there but you didn't.
[ « I'm really, really not good at this. But, I'm trying. I just hope some of it helps. »
She tugs on his hand again.
« Stop it! Just stop it. You're not in the lake anymore. You're here, with us! » ]
Alan. [ Her tone is sharp to make his attention focus back on her. ] Stop, okay? Stop it. Not everything is your fault. What the Bureau went through? That was my fault. My mess to clean up. Not yours. It happened because of Ordinary... w-what we did in Ordinary as kids. The Hiss wasn't your fight.
You did your part. You got me to Hartman. You got me to where I could see what the Bureau was looking into at Bright Falls. You led me there and I handled it. Okay? You didn't need to do anything else. At all.
[ She smiles a little. ] We have... and we can settle on the fact we're both crazy. [ A gentle shake of her head, even as their foreheads touch. ] We're in a horror story. Of course it seems like the evil scary monster is going to be winning. But, you're right. That doesn't mean it's going to win.
[ Alan freezes and doesn't say anything. Jesse's eyes widen slightly as she immediately feels the doubts creep in. Maybe she shouldn't have said it at all. Maybe he doesn't feel exactly the same as she does. It'd make sense. He was dragged into this weird mess of realities and mind bending monsters. Why would he want to be more involved with a woman who is intertwined with one? A woman who had herself committed, who lost her entire family and town, and now works for the people who took her family...
Then, he moves his hand and covers his face.
Jesse glances down at the bed, then up at him again. She's not a rocket scientist, or hell even a scientist for the paranormal powers she possesses. Even then, she can tell that he's trying to hide his reaction. The instinctive reaction is to pull back and apologize for upsetting him. Maybe she shouldn't have said it after all. They're in a horror story. Romances don't end well in them usually, but, this is also Alan Wake. He can save the world if he can figure it out.
Her expression softens then as she realizes what's going on.
« How... how long has it been since someone has told him that? Not only that, but they believe in him? Trust him to do the right thing? Has it been longer than just the last thirteen years? »
She starts to lower herself back to the bed and adverts her eyes. The concept of privacy has probably gone out the window with the fact he's shirtless in bed with her, and she's just a tank top and bottoms, but, this is something he doesn't want her to see. She'll respect that however she can. ]